Hi, I’m Rocky!
I’m filling in this week for my mom. I’m always telling her that I have things to say. In fact, my favorite time to use my voice is when she’s trying to focus and write these posts. She was getting really excited about me barking in her face, I know that because she was yelling. She told me that she didn't know what to write this week anyway, so she finally gave up trying and told me to ‘go for it’ and here we are!! 🐶
I’ll give you a little background on me, so you can hurry up and fall in love with me and become my best friend. I love making new friends and I’m convinced that there is no one on this planet that doesn’t adore me. I’m a Pitbull/Boxer mix, that’s what my mom tells everyone anyway. I think that she has some doubts because she bought something called a DNA test. It’s still sitting on our counter though and she hasn’t stuck anything in my mouth yet, so I guess the jury's still out on my breed. My age too actually, but I think I’m more than 3 but less than 5. I don’t know why it matters though. I'm pretty adorable regardless of my age, if I do say so myself.
You see, my life started out kind of rough. My grandpa always likes to tease me about being from Mexico because I love warm weather and the sun. Sometimes he even talks to me in Spanish, hoping that maybe I will listen a little better. But he’s just being silly, because I think I’m actually from a place called Texas.
My mom doesn’t know a lot about what happened to me there, even though I try to tell her by staring into her eyes. She just knows that even though I like water, I’m terrified of hoses, which makes her think that I was punished by being sprayed by one as a baby. I also really hate it when she makes quick and loud movements like shaking out laundry. Oh, and the vacuum, I hate that thing too. Most of all, she thinks that I might have had to compete with a lot of other dogs where I came from, because I don’t like it when people or my other dog friends, Ozzie and Bentley, touch my stuff or get more attention than me. I’m getting better at it though. I’m slowly learning that sharing is caring. That’s what mom tells me anyway. The people who rescued me told my mom that the scars on my face were possibly from the meth lab of my former owners. I wish I could tell her everything that happened to me, but it’s ok. She loves me even if she doesn’t know what my life looked like before her.
When my mom adopted me, I was so happy! Even though I really loved my foster mom, I was happy to have a forever home. I think that’s what they call it. My mom and I live by ourselves in our house. I love that I don’t have to share her with anyone. I love having her full attention and get a little annoyed when she’s distracted by anything that’s not me like her computer or her phone or the TV or well, pretty much anything.
My favorite thing is laying on my mom on the couch and getting my ears and tummy scratched. I personally think that there’s no reason that someone shouldn’t be touching me at all times, and make that very clear whenever my mom, grandma, or anyone that visits ignores me. I mean, how can you ignore me?! Just look at how handsome and charming I am!
Anyway, I have a lot of favorite things! I love riding in the car, but only if I can ride in the front seat. I like to see and smell everything that’s going on. My favorite is when we drive by these smelly, hairy things that my mom calls cows. I love them!
During the summer, my mom lets me ride with my head out the window so I can smell all the good smells! In the winter, I think it's too cold so my mom makes my seat warm on my butt. I look at her and make sure to look really sad and shiver a lot so that she will remember the warm butt button. I love, love, love riding in the car!!
I also love going to my grandma and grandpa’s farm. My friends Ozzie and Bentley live there and we love to run around the yard and chase each other! Sometimes I get a little nervous because Bentley forgets who I am each time I leave, but don’t worry, I eventually win him over with my charm so he remembers me and stops trying to eat me! We run and run and run around the backyard, and I pee on all my favorite peeing spots. But most of all, I love tearing around grandma’s house, all over her furniture and messing up her rugs. It makes her yell (because she’s excited of course) and it gets me even more excited! I sometimes make huge messes, but in the end, I know she loves me. She throws treats to me and my friends and she always holds me on her lap so that’s how I know that she’s not ever mad at me.
I also love going on walks! I love, love, love walks! So much! Mom gets this red thing that goes around my body and my leash and that’s how I know we’re going on a walk! I’m usually too excited to sit still and it makes mom yell, but it’s because she’s excited to go on a walk too! (People think that dogs don’t understand humans, yeah right..) We usually walk down this really long trail and we see all kinds of things like people on these two-wheeled things and other dogs and people running. Sometimes we run too, but I get disappointed because mom says that it isn't a race (even though I think trying to run faster than her is a lot more fun!) My favorite is when we see the tiny humans. Those are my favorite kinds of humans.
Speaking of tiny humans, there’s this certain one that’s my favorite. They call him Adam and all the humans really love him too! I love it when he pats me, even though he sometimes pats kind of hard. I just have to be on the lookout for his aggressive loving. But what really makes him my favorite, is that when he is at grandma’s, he always throws me his food! It’s so fun! Grandma gives him food, he takes a bite, and then he throws me a bite. It’s the best! Grandma yells when this happens, and I just know it’s because she loves this game too! Adam is my best buddy.
Do you know my favorite food? I’ll tell you. It’s peanut butter! I love, love, love peanut butter! My mom gives me peanut butter every day. It’s because I’m such a good boy. That’s what she tells me. But she always puts this icky white thing on the top. I try to lick all the way around it and only get the peanut butter, but she tells me that I have to lick the white thing too. I don’t like the taste. But if I lick the peanut butter really good, I can usually eat the white thing and not even know it. My favorite part about the peanut butter is how it sticks to my mouth and my tongue. I lick and lick and lick and my mom thinks it’s hilarious (but everything I do is hilarious, so of course she would think that). I usually top it off by going and drinking out of the flushable water bowl in the bathroom. It’s like it’s just for me, but it’s WAY better than my water bowl on the kitchen floor. My mom always yells when I drink out of the special water bowl because she knows how much I love it!
I’m very happy. All the time. Except for one time. That time is when my mom leaves me and goes away out the front door with her bag. It happens on the days that we get up when it’s still dark. Did I tell you that I really don’t like to wake up? I stay under my blanket and pretend I don’t hear her when she asks me to get up and go outside. It’s just that I’m very sad because she’s usually gone ALL DAY! Can you believe that?
I try to get her to stay home by refusing to get out of bed, staying outside too long in the morning and walking all over the house with my muddy feet. But it never works. She always has to go. I even peed on her pillow one time in hopes that she would come home sooner, but let’s just say that that backfired and I never get to sleep on her bed when she’s gone anymore. Oh well, I tried. The only good part about her leaving is that she always tucks me in under a blanket on the couch and tells me to have a good day. She also offers to switch spots so that I can go to the place she calls work and she can stay here on our couch, and even though I want to, I can’t get her to understand me. So I sleep on the couch all day and wait for her to come home.
But other than that, I’m happy! Even when my mom makes me go outside in the white stuff. I sometimes like the white stuff, but it’s very cold and it hurts my paws. When the wind doesn’t hurt my face, I like to run around and play in it, especially with my buddies Ozzie and Bentley. But if it’s really windy, I get very cold. My mom says it’s because I don’t have as much hair as Ozzie and Bentley. My mom likes my very short hair because it doesn’t stick to her clothes but I don’t like it in the winter. I hate being cold. I shiver and even though my mom hates dog clothes, she lets me wear a sweater because she knows it makes me happy and warm. She says it makes me look like an old man, but I don't care! I love wearing sweaters! I don’t like it when my mom makes me go outside in the cold white stuff and sometimes I go out and stand in the yard for a few seconds and come back in to trick her. She tells me that I could just go pee in that time that I try to trick her, but I think tricking her is even more fun.
My most favorite part of each day though is bedtime. I love sleeping. I sleep all day and all evening and all night and it’s the best. What makes bedtime the best though, is that I get to sleep in mom’s bed. I have my own spot and my own blanket and before I go to sleep, my mom covers me up and tucks me in. I love being cozy and warm.
I don’t like thinking about what happened to me when I was a baby. But I love thinking about my mom and my life and walks and car rides and peanut butter. And tiny humans and my grandma and my uncle Gabe and deer antlers and bones and eating crumbs off the kitchen floor. I love cuddling with mom and barking really loud until someone pays attention to me and talking in my Chewbacca voice (whoever that is).
I don’t know why my mom says this whole blog writing thing is hard. I just did it and it was easy and I loved it. I just love, love, love my life! And I LOVE YOU! And of course, I know that you love me, because, well, everyone loves me!! I hope you can find as much joy in your life as I find in mine!
Love,
Rocky
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